The summer sun has risen early today, coaxing Amet from his fitful rest beneath the flowering wisteria tree he has once again made his own. Golden sunshine glints atop the crystalline surface of Hyaline's heart, greeting the dragonhide stallion with a pleasant good morning just as it had done countless times before. The stillness of the lake is marred only by the gentle summer breeze that offers reprieve from the early morning heat as it sends ripples across the surface and brushes Amet's brown forelock from his molten amber gaze.
Beyond the distant treeline, movement catches the attention of the lithe akhal-teke. He stands for a better view of whatever it may be that stirs the close-knit boughs of maple and flamboyant until finally a small fox bounds from the flora, its orange body streaking through tall green grasses before disappearing back into the safety of the forest. A small smile tilts the corners of his lips up at the sight. Eternal and the ice age it had succumbed to had not offered much by way of fauna, and the new Primarch of Hyaline had missed seeing wildlife and their antics.
The surface of the water breaks just then, drawing the stallion's attention quite swiftly to the previously-undisturbed lake. The familiar face of Kensa breaches the crystalline liquid, drawing a quiet chuckle from the stallion as he forces himself to settle once more. She calls to him almost tentatively and for that he cannot fault her ─ neither of them had time yet to feel the other out, what with Kensa's trips to the Field to recruit and Amet's travels to the beach, and then his reunion with Crevan.
"Kensa," he calls back to her pleasantly as he pulls his desert-blooded body away from the shade provided by the flowering wisteria. Towards the lake he moves with hooves that fall light and rhythmic. "Good morning!"
There's a tightness to her face, one that only accompanies prolonged worry, and Amet can only guess that it is due to the absence of the stallion whose crown Amet now wears. He resists the urge to breach that subject, wanting nothing more than to offer his support or ask what it is he can do to help, but the dragonhide stallion knows that they are not yet at that point. "It's about time we both had a free moment to get to know each other," he says instead as his hooves come to rest at the lake shore. "Are you often awake this early?"
─ don't get cut on my edges
@[Kensa]